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Wreck Of The Old 97 Lyrics

Artist: Flatt and Scruggs
Album: Hard Travelin'

Well they gave him his orders at Monroe VirginiaSaying Steve you're way behind timeThis is not 38 but it's old 97 you must put her into Spencer on timeWell he turned around and said to his fireman shovel in a little more coalAnd when we cross this big White Mountain we'll watch old 97 roll[ dobro ]It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville and a line on a three mile gradeIt's on that grade that he lost his airbrakes you see what a jump he madeThey were goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hourWhen his whistle broke into a screamHe was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttleA scalded to death by the steam[ fiddle ]Then the telegram come to Washington city and this is how it readThe brave engineer that run old 97 he's a laying in old Danville deadNow all you ladies we take a warning from this time now and learnNever speak harsh words to your true loving husband